To Play With Dolls
By Tempora Reverse
Today was to be a great day for Charles Wellington. He would close
the Carson deal and meet with his lawyer to end his third marriage. The
Carson project would bring new resources for Wellington Industries and the
divorce would free him up go after his new love interest, Amy. Not that
his wife of five years had lost her looks, he was bored and to him boredom
meant a time for change. At Thirty-five, he was a player and any woman who
couldn't keep his interest was a nobody. However, the wheel of fortune
won't be with him today, for his wife has a surprise for him. Katherine
Wellington had for the last year been seeing a witch, and the witch had
foreseen Charles's action. So by her client's permission, the witch had
cast a spell to affect Charles today.
8:00 a.m. Mr. Wellington's Office
The morning niceties with the staff, had gone well, and Charles was
in his sanctum, the office on the top of the Wellington Building. Here he
felt invincible, for here he was king. So it was to his surprise and shock
when he took of his suit jacket and notice that his shirt had short puffy
sleeves. "What the hell, I was I so out of it this morning that I put this
on?", the shocked Charles exclaimed. "And where did it come from?" Any of
his wife's outfits would not fit a man of his height and build, so he could
only guess it must been some sort of a joke from his wife. Well let her
have her laugh, in couple of months, he would be the one laughing.
Pulling his jacket back on he opened his brief case and almost
yelled in rage, for inside was another surprise. Instead of the documents
and other needed papers, was a Barbie lunch bucket, a pack of sixteen color
crayons, a Barbie coloring book and a Barbie with extra clothes. Well she
was sure pulling out all of the stops on this joke, well we will see, he
thought.
"Wendy, could you bring in the back up files on the Carson
account," he spoke into the intercom. "And call Robert at his office, tell
him I have further information, that would help with the project we are
working on." Well if she wants to play jokes, let her. All it was damning
her.
8:50 a.m. His Private Washroom
One last stop before the standard morning meeting with his vice
presidents. He quickly walked past the urinals and sat down in one of the
stalls. For a moment he was lost in thoughts of riding horses through a
meadow, then he cleared his thoughts pulled up his panties. "What the
hell!" he cursed loudly. But there they were plain as day, White cotton
panties with a light trim of lace around the legs and waist. How in the
hell, did he put those on! A part of his mind at this point said,
something weird was happening and to head home, but a stronger and
magically enhanced part said to stay, after all, he had important things to
do today.
9:00 a.m. The Board Room
The morning meeting wasn't going the best. Charles found himself,
getting bored and his mind drifting on to other things. And to make
matters worst, some of the words the Vice Presidents were speaking, were
going over his head. But he sat and listened and nodded when he wasn't
sure what they were talking about. This went on for a half an hour, and
finally it was over. As everybody was leaving, Paul, his VP in charge of
Personnel, came up to him.
"Charles, I don't meant to point this out, but white socks don't go
with black dress shoes. I caught a glimpse of them, when you moved." he
said to Charles. "Kinda out of it this morning when you got dressed?"
Charles wanted to ask why you couldn't wear white socks, but
instead just said yes and got out of there. He quickly moved through the
door that connects to his office and sat down. Pulling up his pants legs,
he saw short white anklets with pink lace trim and a bow, instead of his
black socks he had put on this morning. Where were these things coming
from, a tiny voice in his mind scream? But once again the stronger voice
won out. He got up and went over to the bar and poured himself a whiskey.
As he downed the drink he nearly gagged on its strength. Well it made him
feel good. He looked into the mirror and notice now that his shirt was
pink, instead of the white that he had put on this morning. Shaking his
head, he turned back to his desk and began to work.
10:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m. Mr. Wellington's Office
For the next hour, Charles tried to bury himself in work, it felt
safer then to face the changes that were happening to him. If he hadn't
been so occupied, he might have noticed other changes. First of all, his
hair turned from brown to a light blonde and lengthen slightly. His eyes
turned to baby blue and though he kept adjusting his seat, he failed to
noticed that he was shrinking. Also he found himself longing for the
coloring book instead of these boring reports. He was about to grab for
them when Wendy's voice came over the intercom.
"Mr. and Mrs. Carson here to see you Mr. Wellington," she
announced, "Send them in.", replied Charles with cracking in his voice. He
got up to meet them and noticed he was wearing white patent girl shoes
instead of his brown loafers and his pants had white trim around the cuffs.
Better to stay on this side of the desk.
He reached across the desk to shake both their hands. He found it
a lot more difficult then he expected. Charles was also use to fact of
staring down most men, and especially women with his 6'4" height. But here
he stood looking across his desk at a woman he had look slightly up to see
her in the eyes. He knew instinctually that they weren't giants, but he
had shrank. For the next half an hour, he stumbled through convincing them
to invest in the project. But words wouldn't come and he found himself
getting frustrated. He asked them to come back tomorrow, and he would take
them out to lunch. As they were leaving, he heard Mr. Carson, saying that
he didn't know that Charles was young and his wife making the comment, that
he was also very rude, hiding behind that desk.
"Wendy would you please hold all of my calls for the rest of the
day and no one is see me," he asked in a contralto voice. "No problem
Mr. Wellington," came her reply.
The Rest of the Day.
Feeling ashamed on how he was dressed, he decided to stay in for
lunch. He opened the lunch bucket and saw a bologna sandwich, some chips,
a chocolate chip cookie and some fruit punch in a Barbie thermos. He
grabbed the sandwich and began eating lunch. When he was through, he
gathered up the trash and put it into his lunch bucket. He them went to
the bathroom and came back and laid on his couch.
As Charles slept more changes came over him, he continued to shrink
in height and age until he was about the size and age of a four year old.
His pants and shirt fused together as one becoming a pink dress with the
buttons and bow in back. Meanwhile his T-shirt lengthened and became a
slip that he was wearing. His hair lengthened and to hang about to his
waist. His suit jacket grew slowly into soft and white sweater, while his
brief case became a backpack. But if Charles was awake, the most
disturbing part would be changes to his inner anatomy and mind. For as he
slept, he became a she with the intellect of a four year old.
Suddenly she awoke with a start, and as she sat up, the crowning
touch took effect. A delicate white lace ribbon wrapped itself in her
hair. she finally felt free of the compulsion to stay. Looking around at
large world, she climbed to the mirror and saw a face that was her own, but
wasn't. "What has happened to me?", she exclaimed. "It's likes some sort
of fairy tale."
"That's right dear," spoke her wife/Mom from behind her.. "Now, we
will see who is in charge. You are now and always have been my daughter
Candi. You will grow up learning be a proper young woman, so I can marry
you off to somebody for Wellington Industries' gain. Oh and by the way, you
will never feel comfortable wearing any pants, shorts yes, pants no. But
you will just love wearing dresses. Now get over here, I have to take to
your dance lessons."
Candi screamed, "You are not my mommy! Me is a boy!" She felt
embarrassed about how she was dressed, but yet it felt right.
"The correct way of saying that Candi is; "I am a girl". Get used
to it, you have a long life ahead of you and you might as well enjoy it.
You see I have it all planned. Everything from dance and modeling lessons,
to speacial teachers who will teach proper etiquette, to requiring you read
girl books. You will grow up learning to be a very feminine young woman,
the type that is a good ornament on men of power's arms," She replied to
the four year old. She then grabbed the screaming child by the arm and
took her off to start her new life.
The End